#and tamed simon lol

[rogers-attic]

looks like steve got with lisa finally

[gatorlovebot]

nsfw. mdni. just a snippet from my daily daydreams. ghoap x reader where simon and johnny are both mechanics. this is mostly just simon x reader though. heed the content warnings before reading.

cw: light piss play.

“finally got the heat in the truck fixed.” simon announced in lieu of a greeting as he stuck his head in your bedroom. he had been downstairs working on his truck in the shop since after dinner, leaving you upstairs alone. you felt bad not going with him to keep him company, but the shop gets too cold at night and simon ignores your pleas to turn he heat up for you.

you had curled yourself up in bed in a little nest to pass the time, waiting for them to come back to you for the night. you knew it wouldn’t have taken him long to fix the radiator in the truck, but you expected johnny home later into the night, out at the bar with his biker buddies.

“good job,” you praised from your spot on the bed, reaching down to pause your show on your laptop.

“wanna go for a ride?” johnny is much more social than either of you, so the two of you started taking late night drives in simon’s old truck on the nights johnny was out. it started with you sitting up against the passenger window, watching the fall colors under the glow from street lights. over time you made your way over to simon though, sitting in the middle seat of the bench, pressing yourself into his side, one of his big arms wrapped around you to keep you warm in the winter chill. you hadn’t been able to go for a drive in a few days with the heat being out, but you slide out from your little nest, feeling a buzz of energy at the prospect of quiet, alone time with simon.

you bundle yourself up in your boots and your jacket before making your way downstairs to the shop where simon is waiting for you in the truck. delicious heat envelopes you as soon as you open the door. a comfortable silence settles over the two of you as you make yourself comfortable against his side.

he pulls out of the garage and starts making familiar loops around the neighborhood. you take in the colorful chirstmas lights of the homes against the frost of the windows before simon starts turning onto back roads, leading you out of the city and onto tree lined dirt roads. he drives down and then pulls off into a clearing before turning to you for approval.

you take a quick glance around, not noticing any other cars or homes back in the tree line. “yeah, this is good.” you declare and then he’s opening up the driver’s side door and pulling you out with him. your boots crunch against the snowy ground as he opens the door to the back of the truck cab, guiding you in.

your knees have barely hit the cushions of the back seat before he’s on you. he’s like an animal, pawing at your jacket until he shucks it off of you and throws it to the floor and then he’s pulling your pants down to your bent knees, plastering himself to your back. he sucks bruises along your spine before roughly grabbing one cheek in each hand, pulling you a part, glistening cunt on display.

“si, it’s cold.” you whine, he’s still standing outside of the truck, door wide open allowing the freezing air to lick at your exposed skin. he huffs and grumbles, pushing your forward until your cheek rests against the back window when you hear the door slam shut and all you can feel is his big body around you. it’s in moments like these where you can’t help but shut your brain off as he pushes his cock into your aching cunt.

he’s like an animal, nails biting against your skin, thrusts pounding, groping just a little too hard at your plushness. but when he scrambles one of his big paws for hands against your clit you can't help but cry out at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. the friction of his calloused fingertips is perfect and the pressure makes you keen as you cream and pulse against his cock, milking his seed against your walls.

he settles against the seats, huffing out big breaths, as he pulls you against him. his touch is softer as he strokes his hands against your trembling body as you both come down from your highs.

eventually you untangle yourselves from each other, you put your coat back and your pants back from where they got twisted around your knees. you exit the cab through the back passenger door, simon going through the back driver’s side door. before you reach for the passenger door to get back in the front you come to an annoying realization. you let out a frustrated sigh.

“what?” simon questions, hand on the driver’s side door handle.

you think for a moment, knowing that you guys were miles in the woods and it would probably be another 20 minutes until you were back in the city. “i gotta pee,” you huff, “do you have a napkin or something in the truck?”

and when you turn to look at him all you get back is silence, he’s just looking at you over the other side of the hood of the truck. instead of asking again you just kneel down, pulling your pants back down around your knees. you grumble to yourself about how he can be such a weirdo sometimes before gathering the crotch of your pants in your hand so as to not get them wet. the cold air nips at your exposed thighs as you finally relax and try not to get your boots wet with your stream.

once finished you awkwardly try to shake your hips to dry yourself off. you straighten yourself back out, “simon-” before you can ask again about a napkin, he’s on you again. strong arm holding you against the truck door before squatting in front of you.

he surges forward, mouth on your dripping pussy before you can get another word out, his tongue dips between your folds, lapping up the mixture of your juices, his cum, and your piss. he sucks at your throbbing clit hard before pulling away entirely. he stands back up to his full height, wiping his mouth with his jacket sleeve. “all better.” he declares, gathering your pants back up and pulling them over your hips.

you feel dazed as he opens the door and herds you into the truck, getting you situated in the middle seat and even going as far as pulling the seatbelt across your lap and buckling you in. he shuts the door and you’re in awe as you watch him walk over to the driver’s side. most people would find it gross, what he had just done, but you were amazed by the intimacy of it all.

johnny would be so jealous of the both of you.

[chibishortdeath]

Had to remake this entire post cause I got gunk in my eye and set my phone down for two seconds to clean it and it crashed (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Anyway, unfortunately slightly less excited/passionate version of this post it is then ughhhhh

Explanations yippie!

I got requested by some friends to draw Simon with short shorts and so I delivered. Really happy with the anatomy on this one :3

Yes this is Fuma slapping his ass and yes it was also a request lol

Simon did not expect that—

But it was a welcome surprise ;3

Simon and Fuma are cuddling in this one! It’s a little hard to make out what’s going on with their arms and legs tho whoops

Just a doodle about the artstyle crisis I had a bit ago with his hair. It didn’t last long and I ended up going right back to drawing it how I usually do anyway, but it was an interesting concept to try. Maybe I’ll try it out again someday cause it looks nice, but ehhhh I just didn’t end up enjoying drawing it very much tbh (TwT ).

To pair with the first image, I drew Simon in his cursed era with short shorts too hehe :3. I also started adding little dark vein patterns to the curse in this doodle :O. I think it’s giving cursed a lot more than just the bloody scratchy patterns I usually draw.

I like to think that maybe if Simon succumbed to the curse he’d end up a vampire. I mean, it’d track with vampire folklore surrounding the vampires’ curse. There’s a lot of stories where the vampire, even when dead or buried, can still long distance drain and inflict someone with illness and the end stage of it is death and coming back as a vampire or other spirit/ghoul. Aughhhh I had a much better rant about this written before the crash but I just can’t replicate it properly aaaaaaa curse you memory problems (;_; ). I’ll have to rant about vampire folklore in a separate dedicated post eventually, it’s fun :)

Yay, pose practice :3! Also this one is never getting finished, the anatomy was too fun to cover with big clunky armor 😔😔😔

This one I am also so proud of X]. I think this is my best depiction of the effects of the curse yet tbh. I had an explanation of the traits I usually depict it having before the crash, so I’ll try to make another one. First things first, it drastically affects the healing process. Things just don’t close up properly or at all in most cases. Old scars tend to open back up a lot easier and this is in part because of the second major effect: rotting. Rotting is a very explanatory word when it comes to physical ailments, implying decay or necrosis! It usually starts at the extremities or around the edges of wounds with skin darkening, bleeding, and either a dryness or wetness, then spreads inwards and downwards or through the blood to other areas. Especially in extreme cases, which I think 6 whole years qualifies for 💀. Simon would probably have very fragile skin in the most affected areas and long story short his hands and feet are probably raw most of the time yikes, ouch, this poor guy :(. I imagine that he probably has some kind of Belmont specific regenerative and resistant ability that’s kept him from dying from it for so long, since they are kinda implied to be a little superhuman in some way. Which is probably a blessing and a curse in itself because on one hand it did allow him to live long enough to fix the problem, but on the other hand that had to absolutely suck (haha, Drac haha). I’ve explained other elements of it in another older post now that I think of it, so I might have to gather all this stuff together and make a more in depth post about it cause it’s really neat to talk about :3! I had like a huge special interest as a kid for injury and disease cause I started making ocs and ran into a bunch of “how to write realistic injury” posts and I’m glad for it cause it comes back any time I’m writing or drawing something that requires that knowledge. :)

[wanderingpages]

Peach wait what are you gonna write a Priest!Cardan AU?? Oh my god?? 😭😭

NO

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

this is entirely @tame-the-lion-writes fault for giving me brain worms lol

it really does start with kyle-- he's the bird, he can scope out the area the 141 are staying for the time being. what he doesn't expect is you, the pretty thing fixing up one of the cabins near them. he starts to hang around, becomes noticed by you (especially when he leaves you trinkets on the porch). johnny is next, he follows kyle to see where he goes when he disappears for hours. johnny plunges in faster than kyle. he's rumbling through drawers and sleeping in your blankets not too far along while kyle perches on your desk chair. you're receptive but hesitant. should wild animals be this friendly?

it gets more concerning when there's a bear rolling around in your front yard. he pushes your mailbox down--then back up once he realizes it's down. he sticks his head through your kitchen window and demands toast. price wants in, the best way for that is being as harmless as possible. so letting gaz perch on him and soap sleep on him (grumpily). eventually he's rewarded with head pats and cuddles in the living room (thankful for the wide door).

simon is much more reluctant. you can see him lurking, following you from afar, but he only ever gets close if you're in need of help. one time another big dog snarled at you and he attacked it. another time he led you away from a burrow of snakes. you see him with the fox, who plays with his tail and nimbles his haunches, but that's about it. he'll sleep on the porch when the other three are inside. you leave him scraps and let him be distant for awhile. it's a trust exercise to get him to be near you, so when he eventually comes to lay at the door to your room and allows soft touches to his ears, you take the win.

they're surprisingly helpful. ghost will bring you your shoes and gaz retrieves earrings. soap picks out blouses while price decides how cohesive the outfit is. they're good at online shopping and johnny will hide in your bag when you go to pick it up. they like to "find" money for you so you don't feel as bad dressing up more. gaz learns to braid with his beak while simon lays his head on your thigh.

they've managed to explain their nicknames of "gaz" (fridge letters), soap (lots of soap bars with teeth marks), "ghost" (a bed sheet and the way he acts), and "price" (money, lots of it, with help from the fridge letters).

they're not sure how to broach the "shifter" topic, so they don't for the time being. they take care of you in the ways they can, you bandage their paws and offer forehead kisses.

[mrshesh]

i saw on your rules that you don’t write hardcore nsfw, so im gonna try to stay tame LOL

how would ghost be in bed? i feel like im so conflicted about this topic

ghost in bed - simon "ghost" riley x reader

overview: how simon "ghost" riley would be like in bed

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x gender neutral reader, romantic

genre: smut, fluff

a/n: i'm actually so passionate about this topic. he's very misrepresented in our fandom, so i'd like to give my two cents regarding this topic. thanks for the request, anon!

TW! mentions of SA, abuse, suicide, and torture. proceed with caution.

Contrary to popular belief, he is not the rough dom everyone makes him out to be. He wouldn’t slap or spit on you. He wouldn’t push your head into the mattress and call you the filthiest words that come to mind - no, he’d be gentle, careful, and loving. 

Simon has been through hell and back - he knows what it feels like to be hurt better than anyone. Physically, verbally, emotionally, and psychologically, you name it! He knows it all, so he doesn’t get off on it. 

His past is extremely gut-wrenching. He got betrayed by everyone, even his own team. He got tortured for months and months on end, to the point where he got severe PTSD and anxiety. He suffers from nightmares and panic attacks and has even tried to take his own life. We also know that he got SA’d in the past, in the months he got gravely tortured. (Reading the comic was seriously terrifying.)

The fact that his father was abusive isn’t helping his case, either. 

And on top of that, he dislikes exposing his body and face. 

So best believe he’s only sleeping with you when you fully trust each other.

And when he does have sex with you, my god, it’s gentle. 

He loves missionary and sitting cowgirl. Being able to hold you close, look you in the eyes, kiss your cheeks, and press his forehead against yours - those things he’d do during sex, not choke you till you pass out.

He has lost everything he has ever loved, so losing what he loves the most, you, is out of the question for him. And that results in him being extremely cautious while having sex. He’s terrified of scaring you away. 

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear constantly. “I love you so much.” “Takin’ me so well.” “You’re so beautiful.” 

His face is redder than a tomato. Having intimacy with someone he loves is a pretty new thing to him, so his cheeks are painted a light pink from the get-go. 

The aftercare consists of soft kisses, compassionate touches as he cleans you up, and praise, so much praise. 

The moral of the story - he's a gentle giant who's absolutely terrified to lose you, despite his hard rock exterior.

this turned dark really quick, but it had to be said.

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT ; at a trampoline park

includes ; tommyinnit, badlinu, ranboo, & quackity

warnings ; language, mentions of nosebleeds

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

absolute problem child

we all saw the trampoline park vlog

jumping off anything and everything

almost broke his ankle double bouncing onto a hard ledge because he's a dumbass

constantly double bouncing you

forces you to hold his belongings, like just set them on the ground it'll be fine. we're three feet away 😭😭😭

makes you hold the vlog camera at all times when he's doing tricks and attempting them

throws a ball straight at your face and gives you a teeny tiny nosebleed

"Tommy, what the hell?"

"Sorry!"

gets the staff to play Jort Storm over the speakers

people stare at him the whole time like "who is that annoying child?"

if only they subscribed

BADLINU

a little less tame than the problem child

he and harry attempt to do tricks off the angled trampolines and that just goes so well

he records the whole thing for his weekly vlog dw

the amount of double bouncing.

you wanna puke when you're getting ready to leave

Freddie almost lost his phone in the weird pit of soft cubes

there's a slide, which just goes so, so crazy hard

in the vlog he edits in some copyright free metal and that stupid red filter if yk what I'm talking about

somehow you ended up busting your finger on the side and he slows it down like an instant replay 💀💀💀

RANBOO

does a bunch of tricks to land in the hand-on-head-laying-on-side position like in the tom simons vlog from like 2 years ago

doesn't mean to double bounce you but he does constantly

jumps over the hard ledges like it's so easy

you almost break your legs trying that

wrestling matches

that's a story in itself

you pour water into his mouth through his mask while he's wrestling Tommy like it's the WWE

QUACKITY

gets you guys those cheap sunglasses

he got the blue and yellow star ones

so swag

he posts a pic on Twitter and saves it in his photos to his 'shenanigans' album lol

double bouncing competitions

he almost loses his beanie like 10000 times

you guys call like karl or tubbo and bother them for like five minutes while you're taking a break lol

[ellaa-writes]

Good Dog

author note: Part 3 yay!! Series list found here. I actually edited this one, I know! Probably still mistakes lol, I love writing this type of Simon but mean Simon is still my favourite. Reader and Simon parts are going on at different times, weeks apart, just in case of any confusion of time line. Enjoy!

summary: His favourite words include; down boy, good dog, heel, fetch and his most favourite, get 'em. Well trained, and listens good. Loyal through and through. Always striving to be the absolute best. Ready to attack at all times, always on guard. Loves discipline, either giving or receiving. Working for a criminal mastermind, lurking in the shadows. You both trying not to be seen or noticed but after one unlucky night, all you both can see are the ghosts. He invades your life, if you both like it or not.

tags: Alternative Universe. Female reader. A/B/O dynamics. Alpha Simon, Beta Reader, Bad Scottish lingo (I tried). Very tame and a chapter filler.

You hadn't seen Simon in a few weeks, must have gotten bored you thought, eventually everyone leaves so why wouldn't he. Things felt different with him, like timed slowed down and life finally had a meaning.

You stopped in front of a news stand, big bold letters. OMEGA POPLUATION HITS AN ALL TIME LOW; leading scientists may have found a solution. You snatched the paper and handed the worker $5 telling him to keep the rest as you rushed back home paper in hand. The title wasn't what caught your attention, it was a few paragraphs down the words doctor and experimental procedure. Tossing your belongings on the dining table soon as you entered your grungy apartment.

Reading the article fully, then once more. Doctors have developed a experimental drug that could alter a Beta women's chemistry. Tricking the body into thinking its an Omega, a few experiments have been conducted and results have so far been proven successful. But they are searching for more Beta women to submit themselves into the program.

Those words playing over and over in your head, becoming an Omega, and having a loyal and supportive Alpha. Not having to worry about all the small things, not having to work and struggle to make ends meet. You could leave your pathetic life behind.

All Simon did was follow orders, being the good dog, he is. A successful mission out of the way, the Boss left before he did. Having to hurry back cause of his Omega. Simon used to have dreams about settling down, but that was before he became ghost. Stupid child aspirations, but mostly because he felt like he didn't deserve one. And who would want him as an Alpha, all teeth, and hard edges. It would be a punishment to be stuck with him until death, and death would be the reward.

You jotted the number down on a piece of paper and stuck it to your fridge. You didn't have to decide now, but you were tempted to.

Dealing with Makarov was easier than expected most of these men act tough on the outside but soon as you start pulling out their insides, they change their tune. He wasn't in too much of a hurry to get home, it's been two weeks since he last saw her, he's been keeping his distance, not wanting to poison her cause that's what he was poison.

It was very late into the night when he finally arrived in the city, driving down the desolate neighborhoods till he found himself parked in front of his apartment. Not the one across from hers but the one he bought himself soon as he had enough money too. The only thing that remained from his previous life. Cutting the engine and walking inside.

He still had a landline, hard wired into the wall next to the thermostat. He's never used it and has never had anyone call it. Not like many people have the number anyways, emergency he told himself when he bought and installed it all those years ago. Having the number updated in his file, but now it hangs there mockingly. Much to his surprise when he walked into his quiet home, a little red dot glowing from the device.

He ignored it at first, taking his clothes off to take a quick shower. To wash away the memories that still plague him, the water never being hot enough. He stood there in nothing but a towel around his waist. Staring at that glowing red light, missed call.

He should just delete it, but he decided to play the message. A voice came through the small speaker, one that he thought he'd never hear again. John Price.

"Oi Simon, it's John. Ain't sure if this dog and bone's still on the go. Tried your mobile, but it's saying it's disconnected. Anyways, thought I'd drop you a bell 'cause we're gonna be in the city for a bit. Fancy a chinwag, like the old days, yeah? So, give me a call, same digits as ever. It'd be proper nice to catch up, Simon."

It was silent for a while afterwards, only Simon's heaving breathing filling up the space. Not once did they call him while he was locked up doing time, not once did they reach out and say they cared. They were family once, at least he thought they were. Stupid.

All the rage simmering up inside of him finally boiled over the edge. Simon grabbed the stupid phone and slammed it into the wall as hard as he could, again and again until there was nothing left but broken pieces of plastic, wiring and now a hole in his wall.

It only took you three hours of pacing back and forth in your tiny apartment, the small piece of paper stuck to your fridge door taunting you. As the line rang you debated on hang up, forgetting any of this happened but it was to late. The reception answered your call, redirecting you to the head of the project. Giving a little info over the phone they scheduled you in for the same day if you could make it. It was on the other side of town, the side you hardly went to cause there was no need. Unless you wanted to make yourself feel even more shitty about your life.

He debated if he should call, be the bigger person the little voice in his head called out. They had their reasoning for abandoning him, for treating him like the plague, they had to, right?

You were on the bus, watching as the fading sun descended and the moon turned brighter. The glow of city coming to life, some many people out and about. You barely had enough money to and back, getting off at the stop further away. Walking the rest to save a bit of cash and take in the scenery. The air was crisp, it never got too cold during the winter season. Also, long as the wind stayed away it was a mild year so far.

To say this was awkward was an understatement. Simon sat across from the beta Scottsman, not much has changed he thought. The group of men still joking around like nothing happened like good ol' times, they kept trying to get him in on it. Simon soon realised that this was a mistake, all of it. Calling Price and picking out this bar. They weren't his pack anymore, they ditched him soon as things went south.

Simon's grip on his glass of bourbon tightened when Johnny yelled "Right Lt." the group getting quiet afterwards, Johnny knew he fucked up. Simon got up abruptly, taking a big gulp of the burning liquid amber, polishing off his drink before slamming it back down.

"Goin’ for a smoke." as he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. Marching towards the front door. He could hear Kyle's faint call of his name, the beta man always playing mediator, Price holding Johnny back like an Alpha would a misbehaving puppy as Simon made his way outside.

"Bunch of fuckin' pricks." it was a whisper to himself, digging out his pack of smokes and shoving one into his mouth. Lighting it with ease as he sucked in a big lung full. The door to the bar opened and closed, fully expecting to smell the cigar-soaked Alpha but instead it was Johnny tail between his legs.

"I ken ye dinnae wanna gab about it." he tried but Simon cut him right off. "I don't." blowing a huge cloud in the betas face. "Weel, someone's gotta." he just wanted some fucking peace and quiet. "The start talkin’ or shut the fuck up." dropping his finished cigarette to the ground, giving it a good stomp before putting another to his lips.

"Things have changed, ye've changed. Ah ken everything's aw fucked up right now. We tried-" Simon huffed out a stiff laugh, not believing a thing the Scott was saying. He could see his lips still moving but he couldn’t hear what he was saying as a familiar scent caught his nose.

Before Simon could think a small body collided with Soaps as he stepped out towards the curb with a hand to the back of his neck. "Ah, fuck, sorry ‘bout that, lass." Simon watched in slow motion as you got knocked off balance. Johnny reaching out to help the poor thing but before, he could feel the growl coming from his chest and throat. Pushing the Beta to the side as he took a hold of you, bring you to his chest.

He could hear your lower whimper, there was something different about you. Your scent was sweeter, it was pulling him in like a bee to a flower. "Simon?" letting out in a shaky breath. "What are you doing here?" you looked up into his eyes. Your hands resting against his chest, the hard muscle underneath flexing, a low rumble coming from within. You’ve never seen him like this, so casual but also feral, eyes blown and panting.

"Am I interrupting ye in the midst of somethin'?" Johnny didn't know what the hell was going on. Looking at the Omega flushed against the old Alpha, he was just happy that after everything that happened it was nice to see his old lieutenant finally settling down with such a sweet thing. Simon finally broke his gaze from you, settling it on the Beta. “It was a nice chat, gotta go.”

"Come, I'll drive you home." he stated, gripping your upper arm as he moved you towards his car. The more you stood outside surround by people the more Simon got irritated. He couldn't put his finger on it, the changes within you. He'd been away from a couple of weeks; it was hard staying away but he had a responsibility and a job to do. "I can take the bus." you tried moving around Simon, spotting the other man who was now gawking. "Like hell." Simon held onto you firm, walking you to his car.

"See you around." the Scott yelled from somewhere behind. He couldn't wait to tell the other two men of what he witnessed. The grumpy old Alpha had found himself a sweet Omega.

The drive home was in silence, not even the radio to help ease the awkward tension building up in the car. When Simon pulled onto your street you gathered your belongings. "Wait." you snapped your head to the driver's side.

"What were you doing out so late?" he was trying to interrogate you "I had an appointment." you held your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. "Hmm" Simon grunted out, the whole way back to your apartment he had to stop himself from pulling the car over and pouncing on you.

Something wasn't right and he didn't like it or maybe he did. It confused him nonetheless and he wanted answers.

"You want to come up?" you don't know why you asked, why those words spilled out of your mouth. Simon was surprised too, cocking his head to side. "Sure." he cut the engine.

Once inside your apartment you didn't bother asking him if he wanted anything to drink. Unless he's into expired milk or tap water. The hulking man walked around your small place, picking things up and putting them down. Take in his surroundings, he already didn’t like you living in this area. He’s scoped out your apartment, the front door was a piece of shit, with a little bit of a jiggle and it popped open.

Walking towards your dingy couch he noticed the paper on the table, picking it up he scanned the words. You didn't.... His eyes found your form, busying yourself around your small kitchen. Shoving dirty dished into the sink to be forgotten about till later. Simon sniffed the air again, there was that familiar scent again. The smell of an Omega, the similar one that clung to his Boss, that filled every space of his home.

Omega.

He felt is heart quicken, his blood run thin. He's only had this feeling a few times, he was going to throw up and pass out at the same time. You noticed his completion pale, worrying you, grabbing a glass and filling it with your last bottle of water. Rushing to his side and calling his name.

Simon was so far away; he was in the middle of the raging ocean. The waves crashing over him, pulling him deeper under every unforgiving wave. Lungs full of burning salt water, gasping with arms stretched to the sky.

You could do the only thing you could think of you climbed into his lap. Curling yourself around him, rubbing your scent glad over his nose and mouth.

[slavghoul]

Font of all Ghost knowledge, please help! It’s a controversial one….

I’m seeing lots of people saying “stop calling Papa III ‘Terzo’ he’s Papa III” - yet I’m sure I heard him introduce himself as Papa Emeritus Terzo? Am I imagining that?

Also, did Copia ever announce himself as Papa IV in any way?

Second part - probably more controversial. I hear people say “Stop naming the ghouls, they are nameless ghouls!” Yet… Didn’t Papa name Alpha and Omega? And use their names on stage multiple times? Where did Alpha and Omega come from as names?

*Runs and ducks for cover*

Aw don't worry that's pretty tame as far as controversial questions go lol I expected worse.

1) He did cause he introduced himself in Italian. Like these are just ordinal numbers in Italian right? He simply said "I am Papa Emeritus the Third." Either way, it's an old v. new fans debate. Old fans find it odd because no one ever referred to the Papas as such in the past. Up until recently probably the only place you'd come across it was fanfiction. For me personally to see it in regular context and serious discussions is extremely, extremely odd, I'm simply not used to it. I assume that's why some people have a problem with it.

2) Papa IV never had a fancy Italian introduction unfortunately, he simply walked onto the stage looking hot as fuck.

3) All ghoul names were fan given. Omega came about because of a sticker Martin had on his guitar of the omega letter. Then people started referring to Simon as Alpha since he was the other guitarist and, you know, it just fit. "I am Alpha and Omega, the first and the last" and all that. Around 2013 ghouls had their elemental symbols sewn onto the outfits and so we started referring to them based on that. Papa indeed called them by those names occasionally. That stopped in 2017 and since then he only referred to them as "ghoul" on stage. Again, this is somewhat of an old v. new fans debate and one that has been going on for over a decade (the then-new fans are now the old fans 🤔 lol). I never understood it though. It's just a way to tell the ghouls apart easily, no big deal.

[captain-mj]

May I request sorta feral/primal soap with ghost? Like kink as a way of healing from feeling dehumanized by others.

I hope I interpreted this the right way? If not, just send me an another ask and I'll try again lol

Ghost knew Soap had a rough mission out there. He had been gone for almost three months, far longer than expected.

Simon waited on the tarmac to meet him. Naively, he dressed himself in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. It was rather late at night and he just wanted to see him. The cold started to seep him but he just ignored it.

Soap looked terrible when he first came in but his eyes found Ghost's immediately. His face still had the grease paint and tac gear on. No blood on his vest or dirt on his hands. Ghost could see something off about Soap. He didn't speak much and seemed to be picking at his fingernails out of boredom. Or maybe anxiety. Whatever it was, he had bloodied his fingers.

Ghost asked him if he wanted to sit with him in his room and Soap followed him. He missed something. Had to have.

Soap jumped him like a rabid dog. Primal play wasn't out of the ordinary for them, though it was usually talked extensively about beforehand and always at Ghost's, usually really embarrassed, request. Ghost was always the feral one. The one that Soap tamed.

But Soap was desperate and feral in a way that usually made Ghost's hair stand on end. He hated when people sexualized him. His trauma made being pinned down or out of control hard on him. It stressed him out and usually got him very much out of the mood.

However... Soap was so desperate. He rubbed up against Ghost's back, his cock hard against Ghost's back.

Ghost grabbed him hard to keep him still and turned around. Soap growled and tried to get pressed back up against him.

"Calm down, love. I'll give you what you want."

Soap nodded and swallowed thickly, looking over Ghost's body. He started to grab at him, groping along his waist and his ass. Growls came from his throat.

Ghost knew he should push him away. Soap may not be in his right mind. But the moment he tried to put some distance, Soap looked so upset.

"Fucking hell." Ghost grabbed him and pushed him to his bed. He started undoing his tac gear, happy to see that underneath it, he was a lot more clean. "Calm down, Johnny."

Soap yanked Ghost around and shoved him onto the bed. He straddled him and shoved his hands under Ghost's sweatshirt. Ghost tried to sit up and he got shoved back down.

Soap attacked his neck, biting and sucking greedily. Ghost had to slip off his ski mask because Soap didn't seem to mind just going through it. He kept rutting desperately against Ghost's thigh. His poor love was so wanting.

Soap got him undressed and tried to get himself on Ghost's cock.

Ghost stopped him immediately. "Soap, I'm going to hurt you wai-"

Soap smashed their lips together before spitting on his fingers. He held it up to Ghost who spit on them, watching their saliva mingle. He was quick to shove them in himself, whimpering into Ghost's throat. HIs mouth continued to work over Ghost's skin, eyes rolling back in his head.

Ghost had never felt so turned on his life. Soap had a tendency to get lost in pleasure, but this was something else. He seemed only half sane and more than a little feral.

The moment Soap wasn't in clear pain, he sat up and sank down on his cock. "Yes...." It was the first word Soap had bothered to mutter. He started to rock as hard as he could, moaning loudly. He buried his face into Ghost's chest now, losing himself to it.

Ghost groaned and tried to regain some control but Soap sank his teeth into his pec, drawing a little bit of blood. He moaned softly and turned his head away from Soap.

Soap grabbed him hard and forced him to look at him. They stared at each other as Soap rode him hard. They started to kiss and Ghost felt like his thoughts were melting.

There was just Soap.

He managed to speed up even more, panting hard. Ghost nipped his lip and Soap growled at him.

"Down boy. You can keep going."

Soap nodded and his eyes rolled back again. He just kept going, ignoring when he came all over Ghost's chest.

Ghost bit his lip and groaned. "You're so good. Such a good boy." It was so tight. So fucking tight.

Ghost came so hard he couldn't see for a minute. "Soap...."

Soap growled at him and continued rocking.

"What happened out there?"

"Didn't have you." Soap panted.

Ghost huffed out a little laugh. "Come on now. Couldn't be that bad."

Soap growled and Ghost's cock twitched where it was still embedded in Soap's hole. "Was that bad. Couldn't even have a wank in peace. Kept thinking about you."

Ghost hummed. "Come on. Get off of me."

"Nah. I have some making up to do. You're going to sit there and take it."

Ghost swallowed and Soap faltered immediately. "I didn't go too far, did I Simon?"

"Nah. Bloody hot." He grabbed the headboard. "Take what you need, yeah?"

Soap groaned and immediately started to ride him harder.

[shotmrmiller]

first off i love your interpretations of simon sm. secondly how do you think a more blunt "okay you're my wife after knowing you a day" simon would react to a reader whose equally into that 😭 would he be a little surprised or is that all the same to him?

lol ty <3

all the same. you'd be his wife whether you're into it or not so, ig it's a tad better? or worse.

naybe he wanted a bit of a fight. some angry hellion cat he's gotta tame before showing you off to the boys.

[karlachismylife]

hi! I must say, i really love your queen of the clan series! I been reading a lot of COD related stuff and I just found it by chance, i have two questions, are you perhaps planning to write something similar in the future? Like the poly and hibrid stuff, and if none had asked, what was ghost's reaction the next morning after remembering that reader caught him and called him a pervert?

~🐰❄️

Okay tonight is oficially hyena procrastinating time (poor poor abandoned other four oneshots...)!

HIIII THANK YOU PRECIOUS I am so, so honoured that among all the BEAUTIFUL works on this site (god knows I have like 40+ tabs open with stuff yet to read and even more already read with nothing but excitement, fuck people are so talented on this site) you liked mine!! Grateful for the savannah breeze that brought it to you hehe <3

Oh you're hitting what I've been thinking around for the last few days huh... the answer is yes, absolutely. First of all, there is already a spinoff/au of an au brewing in my mind for the hyena au where reader (another, not the Queen) gets to be with Valeria for I am WEAK for that woman. I am also thinking more classic jaguar!Valeria as a separate thing. But if you're loyal to 141 boys, fear not, polyamory is like the sole reason for my existence so I will have more poly fics. In fact, I already have one more idea (no shapeshifter stuff there tho) + I'm sure as hell I will get more. Also, I have accepted my furry fate so yeah, why the hell not have more shapeshifter/hybrid aus? The only real "problem" with them would be that I don't really want to be repetitive, especially since I'm seeing (and absolutely enjoying them all lol) several dog shapeshifter!au's here and some other "classic" animal choices, but there's like a whole animal kingdom to choose from. Also monster!au's are hella fun and can be somewhat in the same au family. If you have some less common animal/monster ideas for anyone in COD, really, and would like to see me do them - send them in!

Now that I'm done yapping about what isn't done yet, the second question. Well, as you've seen in the part 3,5 Ghost had definitely quite a distraction in the morning, and I believe they did have duties to attend after Price was done with him (and the other two muppets who exhausted their poor Lieutenant through the night), but I think he got over the embarassement quickly and was actually trotting around like an unapologetically smug bastard. Earning so much huffing and whining from Soap, oh my god, Johnny cannot believe Simon would just go behind his back and score such a jackpot of their (future) Queen's scent on his hide! Ghost is just too damn self-confident to actually be flustered about being called a pervert. Like yeah, he is, what are you gonna do about it? You're his queen, he's allowed (and expected) to be freaky around you. And he didn't even steal a single peek at you actually watering local plants, that's some self-restraint, mind you.

He's a total menace, but only because there isn't a strong female hand to tame him yet :)

P.S. Honestly I started thinking about what other animal shapeshifters/hybrids I could write about but somehow ended up thinking about plant spirits, like driads and shit. Price as a good ol' broad oak spirit, Soap as Scots pine cuz duh, Ghost as an yew tree with the way life and death are intertwined in his destiny a little too tightly, and Gaz as a walnut tree (among many other things symbolizes intelligence, also walnut people can kinda be nasty and we all know how hard Kyle's words can burn).

Sedate me pls or something idk

[generalkenobitrash]

spoilers for ep6 of hotd s2

i'm completely confused by the writing at this point, but i do like that we're getting more team green representation because they were too cartoonishly evil and not cool last season. i would've wanted corlys to have an outburst over rhaenys' death last episode, rather than simply going to driftmark for baela to convince him. rhaenyra making him hand of the king would have had more importance then, i think. jace is sitting the council at last lol. knowing what will happen to steffon darklyn, i feel kinda bad for him. it was a bit of a stupid decision, especially considering bastards are perhaps a better bet than a kingsguard (a very needed one, at that) whose relation to house targaryen is pretty distant. but i do admire than he genuinely wanted to help his queen and thus kinda sacrificed himself. okay, my wish for daemon to hallucinate viserys has come to pass at last. though viserys says the same stuff as in season 1, but it's much more...soft. i actually prefer this one to the scene in s1. viserys is more vulnerable and it's always a pleasure to see paddy considine. daemon's storyline is a bit slow but i'm glad to see him being driven to the edge of madness. matt smith is a phenomenal actor, so he carries the sometimes boring writing. simon strong is being an icon as always. i love caraxes so the screen time is much appreciated. i just know alys giggles to herself when daemon has his luigi's mansion moments. i do love that she makes him face his faults when he's trying to run. daemon has always wanted the crown, but it's so clear to see that he's not fit for it. he's right that rhaenyra never wanted it, but she rose up to the occasion. she's being a leader. daemon struggles to raise men by threat of fire. alys and mysaria are the most interesting characters to me this season. by saying that in three days the winds will shift, i think alys meant that grover tully will die and oscar will take his place and therefore secure an army for rhaenyra. i am still sad to lose kermit tully. i understand the muppets association but it's legit a cool name 😂. the scene where ser steffon tries to bond with seasmoke was very interesting. it's pretty neat to get more insight into the dragonbonding process. anyways, rip steffon darklyn. you did your best. i do like sylvi (the brothel madam) and dyana, so i'm curious to see what's next for them, though i think sylvi may not appear again. anyways, the smallfolk have my heart. i like that after suffering yet another loss, rhaenyra feels utterly frustrated and desperate. i love love and love rhaenyra and mysaria. i kind of don't like the "the people will be hungry and will need someone to blame", because yes, the keep has more than enough food for themselves, but it was rhaenyra who initiated the blockade. the blame could easily shift to her. with all the dismissing and whatnot, i don't think otto even managed to reach oldtown before he's being summoned back lol. aegon didn't really listen to his council, but atleast he tried, while aemond's being outright mean to his council. tom glynn carney is amazing. no matter what aegon did, i don't think he deserves to be lowkey tortured by aemond. tgc is seriously too charismatic and too good to make me hate aegon. i truly wonder if they'll make rhaena tame sheepstealer. i love my sweet girl sm. the baby dragons are so cute. i'm sorry jeyne arryn is so beautiful i can't focus whenever she's on-screen. i'm lowkey stressed that the battle of the gullet is coming. i love the rather subtle way they're using to show that addam and alyn are bastards. i like alyn in the show. i love that even rhaenyra is sick of daemon. he truly has to get his act together and recognize that it is rhaenyra's claim he should uphold. how did the fisher guy not see the boat before it was right there at the beach? oh well. food for the smallfolk yay. lyman beesbury haunts the narrative. i write as i watch the episode and i'm already at the limit and the episode is not even over 💀

[cottagedeer]

Ngl that’s kinda nuts for someone to come on your blog and tell you what you shouldn’t post…especially with how tame/comedically executed.

It's not the first time I have received these kinds of comments that I haven’t responded to or deleted, some anons were furious if Simon was cis or trans in mpreg.

Cis mpreg Simon was met with "Trans erasure" anon posts.

Trans mpreg Simon was met with "Fetishizing trans fathers" anon posts.

One even went as far as to claim being hyper-fixated on pregnancies is creepy and a gateway to p3d0ph3l1@. Like??????????? What kind of mental gymnastics are these people playing? lol

It all started when I told one anon I do not ship Marceline with Simon because I see it as incest. (I suspect it's the same anon sneaking on my page trying to find something to be offended about because I don't support their ship, but that's just speculation.)

[ask-the-greatest-thief]

(AA investigations spoilers)

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how did you feel after simon keyes/simeon saint didn't turn out to be like he acted

(asking bcuz I saw a new simon blog lol @ people-can-be-tamed)

well, short answer is I was pretty surprised- i mean it was sorta a lot to take in y’know? For everyone *imagine she’s not crying 💀 I couldn’t find a better sprite*

[longeyelashedtragedy]

march 2024 favs

i think i'm going to start dividing this into things i listened to for the first time this month, or things i virtually never listened to before this month, and then after that "old favorites" that keep coming back. because i said so!

fotografi - reealt

cheri cheri lady - modern talking

brabus - ozuna, malby (i better hear this playing from some open car windows this spring!!)

who we are - hozier

de selby part 1 - hozier

muñekita - kali uchis/el alfa/jt

the cool cool river - paul simon

****

the chauffeur - duran duran

new person, same old mistakes - tame impala

shrike - hozier

girls just want to have fun - guys. i'm so mad that this did not win "best 80s song" poll on here. the fuck is wrong with this webbed site...people are the wrong kind of gay or something

le lys vert - la bouttine souriante etc

norafjølls - bukkene bruse

bleecker street - simon & garfunkel (<3)

that famous mahler piece (mahler is my 2nd-fav composer but i can't ever remember what it's actually called. #5 c-sharp minor adagietto sehr langsam!!! i think "sehrlangsam" was one of my aim screennames back in the day lol)

ave maria the superior german version - i put this in my fic as a joke easter egg for myself (The house has only got a CD player, no place to plug an ipod in, and the owners of the house haven’t left any proper CDs behind.  They’re all discs from an office-supply store with songs burned onto them and the titles written on in marker, but they spin and spin soundlessly in the player except for one that just says “Schubert 52 6 839.”)

but it kind of is the best song ever so I then listened to it it a bunch of times lol